*The following evening the dining scene was re-enacted and once again Miss Felix’s beauty and charm delighted the older French couple. The English g...rl, experienced seductress that she was, recognised an excitement and animation to the pair that was familiar to her. So it was no surprise when, as they wished each other good night in the main hall of the hotel, Madame Bisset drew her to one side and spoke quietly into her ear.‘Miss Felix, my husband and I have a fine balcony leading off our. "Good morning, dear boy. Did you sleep well?"As if all we ever did was sleep! I heard the gurgling of water from the bathroom and that of course made me attend to my own ablutions afterwards. As soon as I finished, I washed my hands and face and between my legs."Yes," she smiled. "It's good to be clean. But we have something better. Come, let us have a bath together and then we must get dressed for breakfast."She got into the bathtub and beckoned to me. The water was heavenly: hot, but not. Angela sat on the edge of her son's bed and stared at the part of him that she had exposed, stared as no woman dared stare at her own son. Her fingers tingled as she ran them around in the hair between his legs. His cock was resting against his leg. She was amazed that it had grown so long and thick. He was only a teenager and already his prick was as large as a man's. By the time he was grown up, she thought, his cock would be huge, more than big enough to satisfy any woman. His cock was. The first swat is weak, not even worth the rub he gives it afterward. "Harder! I barely felt that." The next one lands on the other cheek, but it's not much harder. "I'm not even going to count these two, Dan. You can do better. Now harder!" This one is harder. "I'll call that one, but you can do better." One more comes down. "Ow! Two. Perfect. Keep 'em coming. Twenty-eight more, just like that." I'm sure he's surprised at how hard I want him to hit me. I count each one out loud and by the time.